"Peter," Neal said desperately standing behind the older man on the empty sidewalk of the city. "I'm not your enemy."
Peter stayed silent. Neal took a wary step forward, the lacking response not arousing much confidence in him. "Peter, I'm sorry. But what I did last night, it wasn't supposed to be - I just, I would never-" Neal's voice grew softer with each struggled word. "I'm a lot of things, Peter, but I'm not bad."
The streetlights flickered. "I know what you're not Neal," Peter paused and took in a strangled breath. "I just don't know what you are."